Volume 3: My days in a college fraternity Chapter 99 You will fall in love with this country
"Would you like one?" Tommy stopped the car, took out his cigarette box and handed it to Susan Curtis who was standing at the bus stop waiting for the last bus at sunset.
Susan took one and said thank you.
Tommy lit a cigarette and looked out at the sunset on Palm Boulevard with Susan. "They said you deserved an A in every class on Saturday and Sunday."
"To be honest, this letter has not appeared on my report card since I left elementary school. I just ignored it then." Susan lit a cigarette and laughed at herself. "But now, I want to get it in every performance."
"That letter just represents your desire for a normal life." Tommy blew out a smoke ring and smiled at Susan. Then he opened the door of the Stingray parked next to him and motioned for Susan to get in the car: "I'll take you back to San Jose."
Susan turned her head and looked at Stanford University, which was coated with a warm color by the sunset, with some reluctance. Even the sunset here was more beautiful than the one she saw in that shabby apartment.
The end of the two-day training course meant that she would not see Stanford again for the next five days. During countless moments in these two days, she thought that she had really become a member of Stanford University, no different from those smiling and sunny college students.
But Tommy's words brought her back to the cruel reality, that is, she could only look like a normal Stanford University youth on Saturdays and Sundays. When the time was up, she had to go back to San Jose and become a cheap prostitute.
Noticing Susan's gaze, Tommy did not urge her. Instead, he stood in front of the car door and said to Susan, who turned her head back, "Nice view, right?"
"It's really beautiful. If you hadn't reminded me to go back to San Jose, I would have thought I was one of them." Susan retracted her gaze and said to Tommy , "Your reminder reminded me that the money in my pocket is not even enough to buy lunch tomorrow. I have to find some customers to make money so that I don't starve to death before the next training course starts."
Then without any hesitation, he opened the passenger door and got in.
"I like this kind of personality." Tommy said with a smile on his face as he started the car while holding a cigarette in his mouth.
Susan calmly flipped through the ten-page software manual in her hand, using this time to memorize as many key positions as possible. Tommy did not deliberately disturb her until the small town of San Jose appeared in sight and only the last rays of sunset remained. Then Tommy reminded Susan:
"The lights in my car are broken, and I haven't repaired them yet. Continuing to study under such light will cause great damage to my eyesight."
Susan obediently closed the operating instructions and looked out the window at the familiar street: "Is it more harmful than some fucking perverted guest suddenly burning your back with a cigarette butt while having an orgasm?"
"Let's change to a happier topic. Remember the extra reward I mentioned?" Tommy said, holding the steering wheel and exhaling.
"I thought you personally sent me back and saved me the car fare as an extra reward." Hearing Tommy's words, Susan turned her head and looked at the man.
Tommy drove aimlessly on the street, looking for something, and said:
"After the normal training, the Equality Promotion Association will use its influence to recommend trainees to some companies near Silicon Valley. To be honest, I have already secured jobs for ten trainees. The weekly salary is about 200 yuan, which is less than what you might earn by serving customers 24 hours a week. However, you will have employee health insurance, which means that if you have problems with your body, teeth, or eyesight and need to see a doctor, the company will pay most of the expenses for you. You only need to spend a hundred yuan or less a few dozen yuan a year."
"I make less than 200 yuan a week, and I can't even afford to see a dentist. This business is not always prosperous. Sometimes I don't get a single customer all day. I can only run to the back alley and squat to give the supermarket security guard a blowjob in exchange for some supermarket free coupons to buy some food." Susan heard Tommy's words, exhaled softly, and then laughed:
"So, because I got an A, I'm guaranteed a job in advance?"
Tommy glanced at Susan and smiled, "Listen to me. In addition to insurance, there are also paid vacations. Employees who have been employed for three years will get about three days of paid vacation each year. Unused vacations will also be included in the salary and paid to employees. At the same time, there will be a personal retirement account funded by the company. In other words, if you live to the age of 59 in this fucked-up world, you can receive a pension every month that is enough for you to live on. Of course, you don't have to thank the company or the United States, just thank the Soviet Union."
Finally, they saw a supermarket sign on the roadside. Tommy drove the car to the supermarket parking lot and said to Susan, who didn't know why she came to the supermarket, "Come with me to the supermarket to buy some things."
The two pushed the shopping cart towards the food area. Tommy threw milk, cereal, bread and other things into the shopping cart while asking Susan, "What do you think of the job benefits I just mentioned?"
"I don't think it's possible for someone like me to refuse this kind of job." Susan stared at Tommy's face and said seriously, "So how long are you going to keep me on suspense? What's the reward? Do you want me to go back to the car with you now before you tell me? Those trainers were right. You suck, Tommy."
Tommy laughed happily, "You saw my true nature so quickly under the influence of those guys? Yes, I am an asshole. Thank you for the invitation, but I just finished accompanying my girlfriend, so I don't need it."
Then he put away his smile and looked at Susan Curtis: "I just want to say that you will be a partner of this tempting company. As long as you work hard, in addition to what I just said, you can also own shares in the company and participate in the profit sharing of the company."
Susan Curtis was frightened by Tommy's serious expression. She subconsciously shrank her shoulders and said uncertainly, "What are you talking about?"
"Companies in Silicon Valley need people to help them do repetitive clerical work, so they need a small human resources company like this to supply employees. You can take care of part of the work of this company. I think you can do it." Tommy said calmly.
"Are you sure you're not high, Tommy Hawke?" Susan Curtis looked at Tommy blankly and asked, "What's your license plate number? Do you remember? You asked me to run HR... HR... HR what company? I can't even pronounce the name of the company, and you asked me to run it?"
"Don't worry, you are not alone, there will be other helpers, but considering that we only placed an advertisement in "The Joy Seeker" in the early stage, the girls who come for training are all girls like you, so it is easier for you to deal with them, do you understand what I mean? That is, we will concentrate on teaching you alone, but you go to teach those people, just like the madam of a brothel teaches those girls, what's so difficult, Susan? You got an A in unfamiliar computer training, and you will definitely get an S in dealing with prostitutes." Tommy stretched out his hand and pinched Susan's raised smooth chin, and said with a smile:
"You don't have to worry about guests burning your back with cigarette butts for the next five days. Here are enough food for two people for a week, and there is a portable computer in the trunk of the car outside. It is an extra gift for Miss Susan Curtis who got an A. Concentrate on studying. If I see you at Stanford next time and the training teacher tells me that you have completed part of the course on your own, there will be other rewards waiting for you."
Susan Curtis stood there for a long time, until Tommy had already walked away with the shopping cart. Then she came to her senses, quickly chased after him, and asked Tommy, "What do you need me to do? To be honest, if you fucking ask me to squat down and help you right now in front of everyone, I won't refuse."
"I need you to stop swearing and talk like the college students who are training you. Then ask your sisters in the same industry and tell them that if they are interested, they can change jobs. Just like I promised you, free training and free job recommendations. You just need to buy the software. But those drug addicts and women with infectious diseases don't have to consider it. There will be a unified physical examination before joining the job. If it is found that you let a prostitute sneak into the training team because you felt sorry for her, I will kick you out too." Tommy picked up a few bottles of juice and put them in the shopping cart, saying:
"I like people who seize opportunities. You give me the feeling of being that kind of person. As long as you continue to work hard and don't let people down, you will get more attention. That's what I mean. Fix your fucked-up life yourself. If you don't work hard yourself, no one will help you, right?"
"I always thought you were always angry and swearing, like many people I know. It wasn't until you heard what I noticed that you can actually be without anger at all." After listening to Tommy's words, Susan stared at him quietly for a long time before she spoke.
Tommy looked at Susan calmly and said, "Then remember this well. This is what you are going to be, a real bitch."
"Who is the helper you are talking about? Holly or your lovely girlfriend?" Susan calmed down and followed Tommy pushing the full shopping cart towards the checkout counter while asking.
Tommy handed the food in the shopping cart to the cashier one by one, and said to Susan, "No, it's a good guy named Mark Warren. Remember him? You took the same bus to Stanford. What a wonderful fate."
"Is that guy a gigolo? You want me to find those women, and he's in charge of the men?" Susan immediately realized something and asked Tommy.
Tommy waited for the cashier to calculate the bill, took out his wallet and paid, then continued to push the shopping cart forward, saying, "No, no, no, no, don't insult Mark, okay? He is definitely not a gigolo. Jason is the gigolo."
"So what does he do?" Susan asked curiously.
"He used to be an actor and casting assistant at a one-day film company. When he tried to persuade my roommate Jason to take his place as an actor and make small films to entertain the public, Jason punched him. As compensation and as an affirmation of his work enthusiasm, I decided to give him a new job with a higher salary." After leaving the supermarket, Tommy said to Susan:
"He has more connections in the prostitution industry in California than you do. He has persuaded many prostitutes with good figures to switch to making movies. I just asked him to repeat the persuasion work he did before."
Susan Curtis looked at the night sky, which had turned completely black, and finally said, "I don't know what the computer industry is like, Tommy, but I am sure that it shouldn't be what you are doing now."
"So? Are you interested in working in this weird computer industry?" Tommy asked Susan after opening the trunk and throwing the food in.
Susan nodded without hesitation: "Why not, it's the industry that's deformed, not me."
"Good Girl, you have learned a lot from my tone of voice. Keep up the good work. When one day you become like me, you will find that it is not just one industry that is deformed, but the entire United States." Tommy laughed happily.
"By then, you will no longer hate this deformed country, but fall in love with it from the bottom of your heart."
